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Emotional Meditation—By Micah Siemens

Psalm 62 opens with an unusual kind of confidence: silence. The psalmist does not begin with complaint, urgency, or even petition. Instead, the soul waits—quietly, deliberately—before God. This is not the silence of defeat or exhaustion, but the stillness of someone who has decided where their help will come from. Trust here is not loud. It does not need to prove itself. It rests.

What makes this opening striking is how exclusive the language becomes. “From him comes my salvation… he alone is my rock.” The repetition is intentional, almost insistent. The psalmist is narrowing the field, shutting down alternatives. Trust is being clarified by subtraction. Everything else that once seemed reliable—people, power, protection—is quietly being edged out of the picture.

Yet this calm is not naïve. The psalmist is fully aware of the threat. Enemies are still present, still plotting, still striking “like a leaning wall.” Trust does not arrive because danger has disappeared; it arrives in the presence of danger. This gives the stillness its weight. It is chosen, not circumstantial.

Emotionally, this movement feels like resolve after long internal debate. The psalmist has argued with fear before we ever enter the poem. By the time we hear these words, the decision has already been made: God is the place of stability, even if everything else feels unstable. The soul is no longer scanning the horizon for backup plans.

This first column teaches that faith does not always look like action. Sometimes it looks like refusal—the refusal to panic, to scramble, to answer every threat with noise. Trust, at its deepest, can sound like quiet breathing. The psalmist stands firm not because the ground is safe, but because God is.

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